Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.